Before I continue I ask you to read the post below,
Did you read it? Because this post won't make sense to you unless you read it.
Ok now I'm assuming you've gone out of your way to read that last post. Good. Now I'll inform you that my declaration isn't going too well.
Less than 48 hours after that post was written, something strange (for me) happened. I was at dinner with my friend Lauren. It was supposed to be a quick dinner because I had to get to the opening ceremonies for my college's model UN conference. Because of this conference I was dressed up: black sweater dress, heels, matching pearl necklace and drop earrings, and my hair was banging. Lauren and I took our normal seats in the dining hall and went to get noms (food for you old people).
No sooner do I get on line (yes I say "on line" not "in line") than I looked over and there walking in were three of Chris' teammates.
My first thought: WTF?! This is North. You don't live here. Why are you here?
Second thought: Wait......if they're here....oh no!
But I didn't see Chris so I relaxed a little...until about 45 seconds later when I almost walked into dear Christopher. Yep, this is my life. How ridiculous is it? No sooner do I swear to move on from whatever is going on in my mind, the Fates decide to throw me a curve ball. I didn't even know that the Fates liked baseball, given they're Greek and all. Well screw you Fates! I don't remember putting you in charge! Grrrrr
Where was I? Oh yea, I almost ran into him. As if that wasn't enough they just had to sit at the next table over so that I had an almost direct view/line of sight with Chris (damn him and his pretty eyes) and of course because I'm me, lots of awkward eye contact ensued. Oh yea he knows who I am now but since my friend tried to play matchmaker all those weeks ago I don't know if he wants to get to know me any better than that. But the two times I caught him looking at me directly, I didn't look like he wanted to flay me alive...in fact he seemed to, uh how do I put this in a non-self serving manner, appreciate my, uh, curves as displayed by my body-hugging sweater dress. I won't lie and say I wasn't thrilled because I was dammit! I sashayed a bit more, I crossed and uncrossed my legs numerous times (I caught I little smile once when I did this but it could have been in response to the ridiculous crap he teammates were doing). Don't judge, I have nice legs, therefore I use them. I don't have much to display up top so I use what I got going for me capiche? I was a little girlier than I normally am so forgive me for enjoying the moment.
So that was the first thing. The second thing was later on that night as I was winding down from Day 1 of CIAC (Cornell International Affairs Conference), I was relaxing on a bean bag in Rachel's room and Rachel was perusing the glories of Facebook when she suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence and adopted a facial expression similar to a cat who just ate a canary. All she said was "Um, um, um, Allie?" That was usually an indication that something interesting was on her screen so I bolted across the room to see for myself. There on the screen was a picture of Chris dancing rather closely to a black girl. He seemed rather comfortable. And that made me ecstatically happy.
Now you may be a bit confused because seeing the guy you like getting close to another girl isn't exactly what any girl wants to see but then you don't understand the significance of this picture. He was dancing with a black girl who as far as I know isn't in a top tier sorority but was instead rocking box braids like any sistah would. What does this mean? HE LIKES BLACK CHICKS! I had based my prior reasoning that Chris and I could never ever EVER happen because he didn't seem to dig ethnic chicks and now this picture was proving me wrong.
While there are many more issues besides being partial to black chicks. I'm still hopeful. But I am also cautious. I am still attempting to keep myself open to the possibility of someone else out there being absolutely perfect for me.
Stay tuned!
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